Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Fisher staring at me. "You look stunning, Elaine," Mr. Fisher bellowed and the proud look on his face made me smile. He offered his arm to me and I took it. "Your parents would be so proud." "You're gorgeous!" Zoe exclaimed excitedly. She wore the same dress as Audrey except that she had high heels. "I can't wait to see everyone's reaction." "I definitely look extravagant," I agreed with a laugh. I looked way more expensive than I hoped, but after seeing how incredible the entire look was, I didn't mind.

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

she noticed a ghost of a small smile from Craig that kindled tingles in her belly. "The Benjamin, Nathan. He's Beth's complete opposite; a tough little thing in a shy carapace," Eloïse shrugged. "That's pretty much it about my family." "You omitted." Eloïse tilted her head, thoughtful. "I want to know about Eloïse. She is my anticipated interest." The mentioned blushed. "You know all that there is to know about me, I assure you."

All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth, for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably. It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth, still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago, and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fo

After all this humiliation… no one could even accuse me of stealing a single thing! Right then, Ophelia cat-walked forward. "Mr. Montclair!" She battered her lashes, bent low in front of Dalton, so low that her breasts were almost popping out of her dress. Is she serious? Was she trying to seduce Dalton now? Ha! Now who’s the shameless one? "My name is Ophelia Hastings," she purred, swaying her lips slightly while flipping her hair seductively. She was strutting around like a model, trying to show off her body for Dalton.

Queen Elisabeth’s boutique was busy that afternoon. Several tailors walked back and forth carrying fabrics, while an assistant was arranging beads on the long table. Olivia stood in front of the large mirror with a bright expression on her face. “Mom… this is so beautiful,” she said, holding the waistline of the white dress that was only half finished. Elena—known to everyone as Queen Elisabeth—smiled with satisfaction. “Of course it’s beautiful. Who do you think Mommy is?”

Chapter Ten Esther I sat in the wheelchair that was positioned near the window so I could feed my eyes on the beauty of nature. My gaze averted from the view outside my garden to the photograph resting on my lap. It was a photo of my dearest husband Owen, he wore a smile on his face, his arms stretching across my shoulders. Little Emily stood between us, she was no older than seven, her small frame wrapped snugly in a yellow sundress, and her smile was wide too, and genuine.

I wasn’t one to yell at the top of my voice but I found myself doing that because of a man and I hated it so much. I looked at Charlotte, she was everything a man would want, grey seductive eyes, well structured oval face and the perfect body while I on the other hand was a simple girl with no exciting facial features aside from my beautiful plump lips. “Eloise, from the start you knew you had no chance. I mean you were just his lowlife secretary who was available to do the job of being his wife when I wasn’t there and now I’m here and it’s time you pack your things and leave.”

That Arlene was gone. Before Matilda could continue, the door burst open, and Olivia waltzed in with her usual exuberance. She was followed by two women pushing a cart overflowing with luxurious clothing. Olivia’s face lit up when she saw me, her smile as wide as the Nevada desert. “Darling, you look like death warmed over,” she teased, plopping onto the couch. “We need to fix that immediately.” I couldn’t help but smile. Olivia’s energy was infectious, and I’d missed her terribly. “You’re attending a wedding of lies; you need to look like you own the world.”

Mary sang as she tugged at the straps of her dress, eager to remove it. "Wait, should I leave?" I asked, my eyes widening. "No, help me with the zipper," she whined, rising from the bed and turning around, her hair cascading over her shoulder. I couldn't help but notice the curve of her waist, the dress hugging her figure perfectly as the enticing scent of her strawberry shampoo filled my senses.